MUSIC HAS THE power to transport you to a place no one can reach, and collectively, with two hundred or more of L.A.’s youth, I am untouchable. The music pulses like a living, breathing heart. No one pays attention to my trashed tights or the dried blood under my nose. I am anonymous, part of the melee, not a person anymore, but a single, lonesome beat. Lights flash in sync with the music, a hypnotic rhythm that carries me through the crowd as if I am floating on a cloud.
There are so many colors all blending together as people dance. Someone lays a glow stick necklace over my head, and the phosphorous liquid bounces against my chest. Hands touch and paw at my skin as I move to the beat. The molly I was handed upon entering the warehouse has kicked in nicely, and it is in this euphoria th
